Chapter 12 A Blade Resembles Its Owner (2/2)

Hundreds of old weapons, showing the diverse history of human civilization. Swords, Hammers, Lances. They came in myriads of forms but all weapons had a common function: they were designed to kill.

Fell's face flushed from his excitement. His blood coursed through his veins, awakened by the intent coming from the cold weapons.

He started hopping through the large room, touching every single killing item. Having no precise knowledge on how to choose a weapon, he was touching them all. Feeling their curves, the chips on their blade, their history. Fell was using the most primitive way of choice, intuition.

Sifiso calmly watched Fell dabble in the middle of humanity's history, patiently waiting for his junior to come ask him for advice.

Fell swiftly made a tour of all the weapons. A frown appeared in his face, deep in thought. He noticed a problem, all of the weapons were way too light for him.

Ever since he started cultivating his body, his muscles attained an inhuman level. For Fell, Bench pressing a ton or two wasn't really a problem.

With this fact into account, most of the weapons here felt weightless in Fell's hand. He grabbed a titanic Warhammer, swung it around then sighed before putting it back.

Noticing this, Sifiso asked.

”Tell me now, are the weapon here not suiting your tastes?”

”They are. The only problem is that they're too light…” said Fell while looking up with hands raised in the sky as if saddened by his faith

”I should have remembered how much of a monster you are” laughed Sifiso not knowing if he wanted to laugh at Fell's action or cry because of his inhuman strength.

”Follow me, there are some special weapons in the back.” He added before going to the deepest part of the weaponry room.

Sifiso opened an old wooden compartment, clouds of dust and mold escaping from it. He gently lifted a long wooden case while trembling, gritting his teeth due to exerting his utmost strength.

He gently put on top of a solid table made of metal. Blew on it, making the dust that accumulated on the case fly around the room.

Opening the box, he took two steps back and proudly looked at Fell.

Fell approached the old case and looked inside. Inside of it, a long one-handed sword.

The Sword overall length was one meter and twenty centimeters. The sword handle was close to twenty centimeters, it was made from a black metal that Fell never saw.

Taking the Sword in his hand, he slowly took the blade out of its wooden scabbard. The Sword's blade was a two-edged weapon, its edges shining in the somber room. The blade length was close to one hundred centimeters and it had a ridiculous thickness of 10 mm in the middle of the blade. It's thickness drastically reducing as it neared the tip where it was only 3 mm making it a sharp killing weapon.

Feeling the weight of the weapon, a satisfied grin appeared on his face.

”That's the weapon! Does it have a name?”

”Soldier's Fortune!”

”Good name!” said Fell while sheathing his new weapon in its scabbard.

Soldier's Fortune weighted close to one hundred kilograms, making it hardly usable by Mortals. Most of the Master Rank practitioner preferred using custom made weapons. It ended up here accumulating dust over time.

Satisfied and happy to have acquired a weapon that suited his taste, Fell went to clean himself from his early training session and went to his room in the gladiator's barracks.

Remembering that he still didn't check the content of the other Crystal in his Spatial Pocket, he hastily took it out.

Sitting cross-legged in his bed, in front him two Crystals. One of them was white while the other was a deep blue, their color softly illuminating Fell's dim lighted room.

'Time to suffer again' he thought with a sarcastic grin. The memory of him using the Black crystal still fresh in his mind.